It seems like everyday the number of footsteps in the dorm get less and less. The pace slows. it gets quieter. But there are times when it's loud again. That's why I like the morning, and that's why I hate the nights. The morning rush to get ready for the day. The Loosely thrown insults after the soju's been out a bit too long at night.

Every time ( Read more... )

I talked to dad today ( Read more... )

The first time it happened we were in the practice room. Han Geng was dancing flawlessly as usual, when all of a sudden he stopped. I looked up from my iPhone and stared at him a moment before mockingly shouting "Yah! Babo~ forget the dance steps?" he looked up from the floor and looked my way. "Let me just start again." he said. Since I never ( Read more... )